This is the story of how I got a tattoo. (um, I GOT A TATTOO!!!!!!! I’m very chill about it.) There’s nothing really extraordinary about my particular story: I experienced a tragedy, it changed me forever, and I wanted to physically ink my body to reflect my newness. I wanted to carry my story and my sweet baby boy in a way that was visible to myself and others. It’s meaningful, and empowering, and also, it’s a pretty basic tattoo story. Sometime between the blur of January and February and March, post-hospital, post-loss, post-trauma, when all I could really do with…
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